| Outcast atk: 4 | def: 9.5 | dam: 6.5 |
| Mare :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: 10 (ages in Orangemoon) HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Astraeus :: Common Zephyr :: Wakiya
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It had been a busy time for the Dragon's Throat and its Sultana, for she had been left to shoulder the burdens of leadership on her own. The Academy was beginning to take shape now, and as she scrambled to fill the necessary positions and complete certain preparations, she found herself wishing that she had a partner with whom to share the burden. Of course, Africa had known of and supported her plans, but she had been busy for some time now with her own devices; Ampere, too, had been told of the Academy, but had expressed interest in no more than learning. While she was sure her unlikely pair of friends would spread the word far and wide, she lamented her lack of appropriate vessels for the physical construction of her dream.
-Calm,- Astraeus instructed lazily from his position gliding among the clouds. His bonded, on the other hand, paced along the edge of the oasis, halfway enjoying the view of the Sun glinting off the blue waters and halfway obsessing over her plans and growing to-do lists. I can't, Astraeus. There's just so much to do. She had so many others vying for her attention - her herd, her family, her Academy. How she, one lonely dove, was to handle everything at once was beyond her, but she'd be damned if she didn't try her hardest.
The day waned on, the Sun falling from His position on high and sinking slowly toward the horizon. Another day was coming to an end, another hour slipping from her grasp, another minute leaving her gasping for more. Time was elusive of late as she tried to juggle everything, struggled to do it all, to organize and plan and protect. She watched the sky begin to change colors, clear blue fading into purples and pinks and reds and oranges. It was beautiful, and she longed to take a moment to admire His last display; but she was afraid to stop for too long, for who knows how far behind she would be then?
"Talk talk talk."
Astraeus.
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| World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4 |
| Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire
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Sunset paints the desert lake in crimson and gold, metal and blood. The girl surveys it through obsidian eyes, forever amazed by the way the sun can bathe the world in infinitely changing swatches of light. Firechild and her three-tailed brother share a soft, contented sigh; there is nothing to bother them on an evening like this, not with the glow of her moonstone and the lingering warmth of the sun.
An ivory shape on the edge of the oasis catches her gaze and draws it away, focus shifting from the light on the water to the way it plays off her Sultana's trim form. The copper child hasn't spoken to Sohalia since the night of her rescue, of her cowardly flight. The white mare had helped to save her frail life; was she selfish, a fool, to have not sought her out? A cold fear gripped at the girl's breast, fluttering alarm as she wonders if she is resented, if Sohalia has found her wanting or not. Certainly she has failed in her duties to an extent, for her healing has been fleet and far between- Because nobody hurt, Natraj points out, but the girl is too anxious to be soothed by such tales.
Long limbs arch around the shoreline, cautious but careless in the fading light. Copper silhouette, she pauses a distance from the ivory mare, uneasy and unsure, anxious and hopeful. Black eyes peer at the two-toned pegasus', looking for any sign of response: Sohalia appears pensive, almost, and the girl wonders if she will be disturbance or distraction, and if she can carry any of the burden her Sultana bears, as the dove once carried her own fading bulk.
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